My wife squeezed my hand, in a almost frightened fashion and looking further off to the far left she noticed some some cubes.....I followed her gaze a...d steered her towards the booths.Now I’m not new to these types of facilities and knew that they were the video booths I was looking for in my hope to get my wife hot and worked up so I could take her home for a good fucking. There we three booths, the one on the right was occupied but the other two were empty, so we went for the middle booth.. So what if most of his erotic dreams were filled with naked, well-built men. Mark never acted on any impulses or thought his feelings through. God help him if he had when his father was alive. Mark’s father would have beaten him harder than he ever had, thinking his son was becoming a queer. Mark’s father was now dead for a few years. His mother and sisters would accept anything Mark did as perfect, so some of the worst barriers have been lifted. But again, did Mark want ‘barriers lifted?’. Now come sit next to me."He sat, and we faced each other at an angle. I began to curl his hair on my finger."Tell me about this girl." I can't; I told you that." Can you tell me anything at all?" Well, she's very good looking." Is she your age?" Just a little older." Like maybe thirty five years older, I thought. I continued to twirl his hair."Does she have a nice figure?" Oh, very nice." As nice as mine?" I stuck my chest out."About the same." Does she kiss nice?"He nodded."As nice as I do?". Ryan spoke up though and saved me from having to delay telling my mom, "We met last night." Oh!" she exclaimed with delight. Obviously, she approved of Monique's choice in a husband.I nodded to Ryan in thanks and he grinned back. Then I made my way to the master bedroom while he told Mom about us bumping into one another upstairs.I had never been in my adopted parents' bedroom before. It was one of the many little things that hadn't been allowed. Not by explicit rules, but more enforced by.